Owen Barfield, Walter O. Field, Cecil Harwood, Cs Lewis
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LINGUACULURE 2, 2014 THEY WALKED TOGETHER: OWEN BARFIELD, WALTER O. FIELD, CECIL HARWOOD, C.S. LEWIS JANE HIPOLITO California State University, Fullerton Abstract For C. S. Lewis, the walks that he took each Eastertide with Owen Barfield, Walter O. Field, and Cecil Harwood epitomized friendship. Although they were distinctly unlike in personality and were not all interested in the same things, the four “cretaceous perambulators” shared core ideals and aspirations. Their writings evidence the wonderful strengths of their friendship. Keywords: Barfield, Field, Friendship, Great War, Harwood, Lewis They Stand Together is the title Walter Hooper chose for the collection of C. S. Lewis’s letters to Arthur Greeves. The title is derived from a passage in The Four Loves in which Lewis describes the finding of one’s kindred soul: “It is when two such persons discover one another, when, whether with immense difficulties and semi-articulate fumblings or with what would seem to us amazing and elliptical speed, they share their vision – it is then that Friendship is born. And instantly they stand together in an immense solitude.” (65) Lewis and Greeves truly did “stand together,” as Owen Barfield explains in his review of these letters: “his [Lewis’s] lifelong friendship with Arthur Greeves (it began when they were schoolboys and ended only with Lewis’s death) was sui generis. The nearest thing to a nutshell I can find to put the difference in is to say that with his other friends we hear him exchanging thoughts and experiences; with Arthur the emphasis is always on sharing them.” (“Sound” 13) Even more than standing together, however, friendship was for Lewis a walking together. Friends, he wrote, are “travelling companions, but on a different kind of journey,” “fellow-travellers (….) on the same secret road.” (Four Loves 66, 67) Moreover, the journey is purposeful; the travellers are “on the same quest,” “joint seekers of the same God, the same beauty, the same truth.” (Four Loves 67) And the “walking together” can engender love, for One knows nobody so well as one’s “fellow.” Every step of the common journey tests his metal; and the tests are tests we fully understand because we DOI: 10.1515/lincu -2015-0026 10 JANE HIPOLITO are undergoing them ourselves. Hence, as he rings true, time after time, our reliance, our respect and our admiration blossom into an Appreciative love of a singularly robust and well-informed kind. (…) In a perfect Friendship this Appreciative love is, I think, often so great and so firmly based that each member of the circle feels, in his secret heart, humbled before all the rest. Sometimes he wonders what he is doing there among his betters. He is lucky beyond desert to be in such company. Especially when the whole group is together, each bringing out all that is best, wisest, or funniest in all the others. Those are the golden sessions; when four or five of us after a hard day’s walking have come to our inn; when our slippers are on, our feet spread out towards the blaze and our drinks at our elbows; when the whole world, and something beyond the world, opens itself to our minds as we talk; and no one has any claim on or any responsibility for another, but all are freemen and equals as if we had first met an hour ago, while at the same time an Affection mellowed by the years enfolds us. Life ʊnatural life ʊhas no better gift to give. Who could have deserved it? ( Four Loves 71-72) The “golden sessions” which Lewis had in mind when he wrote this passage certainly were ones that he had personally experienced. For many years, walking tours with friends and with his brother were a highlight of his vacations, as his letters attest. He began the practice in the mid-1920s, when two of his friends, Arthur Owen Barfield (1898-1997) and Alfred Cecil Harwood (1898-1975), invited him to join them on a walk during a vacation between terms at Oxford University, where the three of them were then students. Each year thereafter, until the Second World War made such excursions impossible, Lewis, Barfield, and Harwood, often together with one or two others, took an Eastertide walking holiday. These walks, particularly the ones he undertook with Barfield, Harwood and Walter Ogilvie Field (1893-1957), epitomized friendship for Lewis, as a letter he wrote to Field in May 1943 clearly brings out: My dear Woff, Thanks for your letter. You can dismiss all that stuff about being ‘out of the picture’. The whole point about the Walk is that the members are unlike and indispensable. Owen’s dark, labyrinthine pertinacious arguments, my bow- wow dogmatism, Cecil’s unmoved tranquility, your needle-like or grey-hound- like keenness, are four instruments in a quartette. Anyway, you are under a simple illusion. You notice when Owen and I are talking metaphysics which you (and Cecil) don’t follow: you don’t notice the times when you and Owen are talking economics which I can’t follow. Owen is the only one who is never out of his depth. The thing is an image of what the world ought to be: wedded unlikes. Roll on the day when it can function again. ( Collected Letters 2 572) THEY WALKED TOGETHER 11 One of the unifying factors in the friendship of these four was that they all were veterans of the Great War, World War I. Indeed, Harwood and Field met during the war, in northern France, where they both were serving in the same battalion of the British Army’s Royal Warwickshire Regiment. Harwood has written appreciatively of his first encounter with the battalion’s “eccentric, voluble and lovable Intelligence Officer, with his eager mind and immense devotion to the men,” and of the deep conversations the two of them had there, particularly “one ʊI believe it took place on the night of my arrival ʊon the subject of fear. I maintained that the brave man was he who felt no fear (we were being shelled and I badly wanted to be brave): Field, that he was the man who felt fear to the utmost extreme but overcame it.” (“Field” 283, 284) A. A. Milne (who, as it happened, also served in the Royal Warwickshire Regiment during the Great War) wrote a story about Field, who was renowned among the soldiers for his courageous deeds. Only the names are altered in Milne’s lively and insightful story about the remarkable officer for whom “whatever might come to him only offered him yet another of those spiritual adventures for which he hungered. Death least of all he feared. For to a man like Mullins [that is, Field], (…) every adventure is an adventure of the soul.” (10) Soon after the war concluded, Field and Harwood met again, at Oxford University. “Short as the first connection was, it was deep enough to make it inevitable that we should meet again,” Harwood later recounted. “It was on a Summer’s day in my first year at Oxford [1919] that there came a knock on the door of my room, and to my huge delight a torrent of exclamations brought Field into the room.” (“Field” 284) Field had been a student in Oxford’s Trinity College until the war broke out in 1914, when, with characteristic immediacy and decisiveness, he joined the army as a volunteer. Although he chose to accept a war degree rather than continue his university studies, he visited Oxford quite often during the first postwar years, and through Harwood he met Barfield and Lewis, who then were undergraduates there. The four had many interests and tastes in common. Harwood’s son Laurence notes, “A shared love of classics, myths and legends, philosophy and ancient history, Greek and Latin, English literature, opera and walking tours cemented the camaraderie of the three undergraduate friends [Barfield, Harwood and Lewis] during their time at Oxford ʊand for the rest of their lives”; (11) and Field very much “walked together” with them in this regard, although Laurence Harwood does not mention him. In addition, they were deeply interested in poetry, as were a great many of the other newly demobilized veterans who thronged Oxford after the war. Literature, especially poetry, had been tremendously popular with the British soldiers in the Great War, for whom a favourite “haversack book” was The Oxford Book of English Verse , which was printed in a conveniently lightweight and slim India paper edition. The beauty, tenderness, and eloquence in poems 12 JANE HIPOLITO were a refreshing, often sustaining contrast to the horrific chaos of trench warfare. Moreover, new poets, such as Wilfred Owen, Rupert Brooke, Edmund Blunden, and Siegfried Sassoon, gave voice to what those on the warfront were experiencing. After the war, poetry continued to be widely felt as a necessity of life, and in postwar Oxford numerous informal small groups formed, drawn together by this feeling. 1 Among them was the circle which included Lewis, Barfield, Harwood, and Field, and also two other undergraduates, Leo Baker and Eric Beckett. This group was actively engaged “in the search for some meaning in life” in the bleak new world. (Harwood, “Field” 285) They centred on poetry because each of the group’s participants had, as Barfield wrote of himself, “definitely concluded that (…) poetry was perhaps one of the best things in life, and certainly the most hopeful thing, in the prevailing materialistic climate of opinion.” (“Origin” 3) The poems which spoke to them, and the poems which they themselves composed, were not in the modes that were then fashionable, but rather poems which expressed the Romantic spirit and had musicality and imaginativeness at their core.